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“The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
This week I’m reviewing T S Eliot’s The Wasteland and other poems published by Faber and Faber.
I’ve been meaning to check out T S Eliot’s poetry for a while now and starting my book blog has given me the perfect excuse.
I found this to be a bit of a mixed bag. Some lines and phrases were very effective, at times we get a sense of despair and grief at other times I felt like I was being given a religious sermon. Some highlights are the language used in The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. The rhymes were unintrusive and his descriptions were elegant.
“April is the cruellest month”
The opening lines set the tone for the Waste Land and we are constantly accompanied by a sense of dread and a longing for a better time throughout our reading.
Overall, Eliot tantalised me with his descriptions and emotions yet pushed me away with what felt at times like an overbearing preacher.
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